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Task From Heaven

Hazbin Hotel x Angel!Reader

Post Hazbin Hotel Season 1

The reader is an angel from heaven tasked by the Heavenly Courtroom to aid the Hazbin Hotel and its goal on rehabilitating Sinners.

Part 3

First things first, you have to address the look of the hotel. As an angel that was once in charge in making sure Winners were comfortable, you know that appearances play a huge role in making mortal souls feel welcome.

The hotel was just newly built so it is definitely clean, especially with little Niffty running around constantly cleaning any speck of dust but cleanliness isn’t the issue.

“It’s the decoration,” you tell Charlie bluntly. She blinks, bewildered at the prospect.

“The decor? Why what’s wrong with it?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just not very welcoming.” Charlie’s face is reminiscent of a kicked puppy when you say this.

“Not welcoming?”

“Yes, I know that red is the colour of Hell, however, Hell isn’t necessarily the best place for Sinners.” You start explaining. “If you can decorate the hotel to stand out against the red of hell, you can create a place that won’t constantly remind them that they’re in Hell. This can improve mood, making them more likely to focus on redemption.”

Charlie stands there dumbfounded for a brief moment before she takes out a notepad from… somewhere. You didn’t see a notepad in any of her pockets.

“Mortals also do this back on Earth too. They use colour theory to make spaces feel more welcoming. For example: yellow makes a place look more homely, whilst green can make a place look friendly or cold, depending on the shade.”

Charlie takes notes, nodding enthusiastically.

“Red is already such a bold and harsh colour but with the correlation of Hell, it may be impacting how much people are willing to come by.”

“I see! So I should paint everything!”

“That would take a lot of time and effort, for now, let’s start by adding more greenery into the setting.” You grab some seeds that you prepared in your pocket that morning. Cusping them gently in your palms, you bring them up to your lips and breathe angelic life into them.

The seeds burst with life, breaking free from their shells as green stems grow and curl into your hand until thick, healthy stems develop flower buds and clusters of roots.

You head outside, with Charlie following right after you, her eyes shining with wonder. Vaggie? Well, she’s definitely a lot less impressed.

You eventually stop at a spot at the entrance and dig your heel into the ground, cringing at how dry and hard it was. You dig until you were satisfied with size and plunk the flowers into the dirt. They stood proudly, a bright blue against the hotel’s red before almost immediately wilting into a sad shrivelled mess.

You frown. Huh.

“Oh no! The flowers…” Charlie looks disheartened at the sight and maybe you do too, but you’re not sure.

“Are we really surprised that Hell can’t sustain a flower?” Vaggie pipes up, her arms crossed. “It’s Hell. Why would anything nice grow here?” The she looks over at Charlie. “I stand corrected.”

“…It must be because the soil is drained of nutrients. If we can get some fertilizer and till the soil I’m sure we could get a healthier flower bed.” You rationalize.

Yes! That was it. There’s no people to maintain the perfect pH levels in the soil in Hell. Everyone is too busy trying to survive that they can’t take care of nature. With some care and love, this place will be brimming with nature.

With a quick trip to Hell’s own version of Little Shop of Horrors, the three of you were fully equipped with gardening gear.

“These begonias would look great over by the railing.” You swish your hand, sending a wave of angelic power toward already planted seeds and a bush of blooming begonias come sprouting from the soil. Charlie gasps at the sight.

She’s never seen a plant so nonthreatening. Its leaves were spotted white with small blossoms peeking from under.

That didn’t last long. After a couple seconds of admiration, the bush droops to the ground, wilted.

Your eye twitches.

Maybe it’s because you need a plant that’s more accustomed to the heat. So you plant zinnias and marigolds. Then they meet the same fate as the previous two plants. Which makes you think, maybe a plant that likes dry soil! So you plant cactuses and succulents but they die too.

In the end, none of the plants that Charlie and you planted lived. It’s disheartening to say the least.

You both sit silently on the steps of the hotel, gardening tools and fertilizer scattered across the front lawn.

“Oh my, what do we have here?” Alastor’s crackling voice comes from behind the two of you. Your heart jolts at the sudden noise but you’re careful not to show it. Charlie, on the other hand, jumps straight into the air.

“Ughhh, what do you want now?” Vaggie groans, taking a break from rubbing Charlie’s back to glare at the radio demon.

“Why, can’t a man be concerned? You three have been going at it for nearly an entire day!”

Angel Dust whistles as he walks by, making Alastor glower at him, his smile a bit tighter.

“Just get to the point already,” Vaggie grumbles.

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice your pitiful attempts at gardening, that’s all!” Way to rub it in, Alastor. “It seems that this dirt just wasn’t made for life, hmm? Why I mean,” Alastor materializes beside you, his gaze looks you up and down. It’s almost mocking. “Not even angelic power could grow a flower in this hellish landscape! A shame, a real shame.”

“Are you just here to rub it in? If so you can fuck off already.”

“Of course not! As host of the hotel, it is my job to see it thriving, no?” Vaggie rolls her eyes. “Now, now, Vagatha. Don’t be like that, take a page from Charlie and Y/N’s book and have some faith that this hotel might actually amount to something other than wasted time and delusion!”

“You’re here for a reason. Quit stalling,” you say, your wings a bit ruffled. The implication that any effort put into this hotel is wasted isn’t lost on you or Charlie.

“If anyone needs faith it’s you, Alastor!” Charlie jumps in, frowning at the taller man. “We have actual proof that Sinners could be redeemed! This is the perfect time to start bringing in more Sinners for our cause!”

“Charlie, dearest, of course I have faith. Why, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to help after all.”

“Then help us already.” Vaggie scowls.

Alastor smiles at her. “And I will!”

“You were on the right path by tilling the first, however…” He materializes beside you, plucking the flower you were sulking over. Your heart jumps at the sudden appearance. Your fright visible in your ruffled feathers, which he smiles at.

“As beautiful as that flower is, it would never survive in this landscape. That is why I propose you use plants native to Hell!” Alastor throws a book at Charlie who fumbles to catch it. When she finally does, she opens it to a random page.

Printed onto the page is a plant called ‘Rat King’. The picture depicts a cluster of long, thin roots intertwined into a ball at the base. Coming up from the roots were spindly stems which narrow leaves and small budding flowers.

“Of course, non native plants wouldn’t survive in such a harsh climate.” You said, nearly facepalming. The answer is so obvious and yet you missed it entirely. “…Thank you, Alastor.” You say sincerely.

In the background, Charlie excitedly starts flipping through the pages for the prettier plants with Vaggie occasionally giving her input.

Alastor smiles widely. “Why of course, dear! I only want nothing but the best for the hotel.” His crackling voice paired with his wide, static smile makes you feel uneasy but you shake it off. You have more gardening to do.

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Parts:

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Task From Heaven

Hazbin Hotel x Angel!Reader

Post Hazbin Hotel Season 1

The reader is an angel from heaven tasked by the Heavenly Courtroom to aid the Hazbin Hotel and its goal on rehabilitating Sinners.

Part 2

You sit on the edge of your bed, admiring the decor and wondering just how much red could be used before it became too much.

The red carpets, bed covers, and wallpapers stare at you.

Apparently not a lot for an angel like you and a lot for Hell. Just another thing you’d have to get used to, alongside the heat, smell, and the people.

A rapid knock comes to your door but before you can get up to answer the knocker bursts into the door instead. You blink in surprise as the princess comes to view, a smile spread across her rosy cheeks.

“Y/N! Hey, so sorry to just bust through in like this but—” she takes a moment to skip in place, squealing quietly to herself. “Ooh, I’m just so excited! To think that Heaven finally sees what I’m trying to do here is just— so, darn, exciting!”

You smile, unsure of what else you could do.

“Oh, sorry!” The princess gasps, bringing a hand to mouth as she takes in your blank expression. “I didn’t mean to ramble. I just wanted to see how you were settling in!”

Your smile turns into something a little closer to sincerity. “It’s very kind of you to give me a room of my own.”

Charlie’s rosy cheeks turns even rosier at the praise. “Oh, it’s the least we could do.” She looks at you for a second, brimming with joy. “I’m just so— so… happy you’re helping out at the hotel. I still can’t believe that Heaven is helping us out.” She guffaws.

“Of course, your highness. Sinners are still human souls, no matter how tainted. It’s Heaven’s responsibility to still treat them with the care we hold for the rest of Father’s creations.”

Charlie’s face flickers, her once joyful attitude turning to something more bitter. The sudden change in emotion makes you tilt your head, but she then takes a deep breath.

“You don’t have to call me ‘your highness’. Call me Charlie! Everyone does.”

You blink. To refer to such a high status individual by their first name? Well, who were you to tell her what she should be called or not.

In a way, Charlie reminds you a bit of Emily. Their insistence on the redemption of Sinners and cheerful attitude draws a lot of parallels that make you homesick.

“I believe that it’s time to introduce everyone to you! Since— you know, you’re now a part of the Hazbin Hotel.”

“Yes, that would be wise. It’d do good to know who I’ll be working with.”

Charlie beams.

Soon everyone is gathered at the parlour, waiting in silence as Charlie begins introductions. Charlie first slings an arm over the long haired woman who glowers at you. “This is Vaggie! Say hi,” she says the last bit towards Vaggie, noticing the scowl on her face and rubbing her cheek against hers. Vaggie noticeably softens at the touch. Cute.

“Hi.” Vaggie says, arms crossing. Her distrust reveals itself through her taut shoulders and hard expression. Charlie chuckles nervously at the tone as she moves on to a man with spider-like features.

“This is our only resident at the moment,” something mournful crosses her eyes. You remember that the other resident is in Heaven and wonder what’s there to be sad about? The sombreness is quickly vanquished, with her face lighting back up at full force. “Angel Dust.”

The man flashes a coy smile and a wave at you. “Heyya, baby.” His expression is flirtatious but you notice that he is just as tense as Vaggie.

“These are Husk and Niffty, employees at the hotel.” The ruffled cat doesn’t even signify you with a greeting except a slight tilt of his head as he gives you a scrutinizing look.

You look for the one-eyed woman that Charlie referred to as Niffty but she is nowhere to be seen, and it’s not because she’s short. Your eyes land on Charlie’s wide eyes when you feel something crawling up your back. A quick glance reveals that Niffty is on your shoulder trying to touch your halo.

“Niffty, no!” Charlie quickly snatches her off your shoulders, flashing you a nervous grin as she hands off the squirming Sinner to Vaggie. “I am sooo sorry, I—”

You put a quiet hand up to silence her and flash her a polite smile. “It’s alright. No harm done here.” Your placating response calms Charlie down just a bit as she turns to the last person who had been standing at the back for quite some time now.

“And this is Alastor, our host to the hotel.” Charlie proudly states, smiling at the other. “Without him, none of this would have been possible.”

Alastor smiles at you, a wide smile that couldn’t possibly be sincere, as he materializes in front of you in a vapour of black static. “What a pleasure to have an angel in our cohorts! To think that Heaven is actually taking an interest in Charlie’s unique dream is bringing me such delight.”

The way his eyes scan over you makes you feel uneasy. There’s a certain calculating gleam that you know that often ends in something sinister. You swallow down your suspicion and give him back a cordial smile.

“And I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to be of your acquaintance.” You look to the group. “I hope that we can all get along.”

“Likewise.” Alastor’s voice gleefully crackles in response whilst the others stare awkwardly at you, not quite knowing what else there is to say. Charlie looks on happily.

Introductions have gone pretty great, all things considered.

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Parts:

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Task From Heaven

Hazbin Hotel x Angel!Reader

Post Hazbin Hotel Season 1

The reader is an angel from heaven tasked by the Heavenly Courtroom to aid the Hazbin Hotel and its goal on rehabilitating Sinners.

Part 1

The order given was simple in nature but couldn’t be any less difficult: aid Princess Charlie Morningstar in her quest to redeem Sinners so they may see the golden gates of Heaven.

Definitely simple of a goal but complicated in nature. There was a reason it had never been accomplished or attempted before, for the sheer controversy of trying to redeem a person who had already made their choices were hard to sway.

Sir Pentious had given Heaven much to think about and as such the buzz that a Sinner had somehow become a Winner was unheard of.

For God to have such forgiveness for a sinful man, who were angels not to follow in their Father? And as such, you were sent down to the Hazbin Hotel to aid the Princess in her endeavours to save Sinners from their fiery fates.

The air in Hell was heavy with smoke and brimstone, making your nose wrinkle in the slightest. Back in Heaven the air was sleek and clear, as fresh as a meadow far from any sort of city. It was just one of the many things that you would have to get used to.

The hotel came to view, a grand thing it was, with its name in tall and bright letters that flashed with pride.

Landing gracefully onto the pavement, you quietly tucked your wings away as to not be seen by the average Sinner. Although your halo remained stubbornly atop your head.

Entering the hotel, it was just as large as it was on the outside. The ceilings were tall enough as to not induce claustrophobia.

“Hello! Welcome to the—” a young woman’s cheerful voice welcomed you as you make your way to the foyer. It stopped abruptly as you make your way closer to the stairs. Dressed in a bright red suit with long blonde hair tied in a long braid was the Princess of Hell: Charlie Morningstar. She stood shocked at the sight of you— well, more so your halo than just the appearance of you.

You give a cordial smile as you spread out your wings in a way that you know was probably sinful pride in your appearance. Your wings stretched to showcase pure plumes of white, stark against the harsh reds of Hell.

“Greetings to the Princess of Hell,” you start, voice soft as to adhere to image of angelic. “I am Y/N, have no fear as I have come to aid Sinners with redemption on behalf of Heaven.”

The Princess guffaws for a long second, a thousand emotions that were too quick to read flickering across her face. Her companions were not so hard to read as wariness spread across their faces. One in particular, a young woman with long hair and an interesting ‘x’ atop one of her eyes. Similar to an exorcist, you idly note.

The long haired woman thrust a spear in your face, an angelic spear you notice. Her mouth is twisted into a snarl as she holds an unwavering spear to your throat.

“What business does Heaven want now? Extermination is over.”

You smile, bringing a finger to the point and pushing it down slightly. “Have no fear, I have no intention in hurting any Sinner of the sort.” The woman’s face is stone, making it clear that she has yet to believe you. “I was sent by Heaven to aid in redeeming Sinners.”

The woman scoffs but is quickly calmed by a gentle hand to her shoulder. The Princess looks at you. Her face is not unkind but isn’t entirely friendly. Her face swims with wariness.

“I thought Heaven didn’t believe in the redemption of Sinners.” Despite her wariness, her eyes shines with hope. “What changed?”

Your disbelief makes it way forward. Don’t they know? They had to know that one of their very own residents made it to Heaven, and yet their wary faces tells you otherwise.

“One of your own occupants have been redeemed.” You start, projecting an image of the serpent into her palm. His heavenly image is revealed to the Princess whose eyes shine with emotion. “This changes everything, don’t you think? Because of this, Heaven is willing to help in your crusade.”

Something in your heart twists at the unshed tears in the Princess’ eyes.

You let the Princess take the image of Sir Pentious, watching as she cradles it like was something precious. The rest of her companions stare down at the ball with a range of disbelief and relief.

You were ready to meet an incarnation of evil, a product of Hell and Lucifer. In the end, Hell’s daughter is nothing but a kind girl.

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Parts:

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